The Mask - The Ties that BindThe Ties that BindThe Mask - The Ties that Bind6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He supposes it's curiosity that has led him here, to the Edge City library's dusty aisles and darker hallways. He's fairly certain this is where the old woman at the front desk directed him to, assuring him he would find what he was looking for, documentation and books on old Norse mythology, here. But these halls seem deserted, and he has a sick feeling, if the flickering lights and cobwebs are any indication, that not many people venture this far into the library. In fact, he is pretty sure he isn't even supposed to be here. All in all, this will likely turn out to be just another fine mess that zoot-suited trouble-maker will have gotten him into which is a feat, Stanley will admit, considering the Mask has had no real influence on the situation at hand; this is all Stanley and his sheer and sudden urge to understand his alter-ego a little bit better.
At the sound of footsteps, slow and cautious behind him, Stanley wastes no time in ducking into the n
PPPE: Behind the Mask (Part One)"So let me get this straight," Wesley asks as we drive along down the lane. "This talking overgrown vegetable wants us to get this mask off some Joe in Toon Town?"PPPE: Behind the Mask (Part One)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Yeah, pretty much," I answer. "Why a plant wants a mask of all things, I don't know."
"So do we know who this guy is?" Will questions. "Or what this mask does?"
"I have no idea about the mask itself but the guy we're looking for goes by the name of Stanley Ipkiss. But…"
"What is it?"
"Audrey Two left a vague little hint. He said 'If you can't find Ipkiss before nightfall, go for the guy with the green face and just bring him back.' "
"The guy with the green face?" Spike repeats. "Wow, he must be always sick."
We're just approaching the tunnel that leads into Toon Town. It's dark and Wes has to switch on his headlights. But not for long…suddenly, the pair of deep red theatre curtains at the end of the tunnel open to a bright burst of light, colour and sun. All around us, everything, and I mean everything
How to Really Write Mask StoriesI suppose the very first thing I should cover here is the difference between writing the plot and writing the story. Despite having similar names those two words mean different things, the plot is the sequence of events in chronological order, while the story is quite literally how the story is told.How to Really Write Mask Stories3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
For example if you want to explain the plot of Final Fantasy VII, you should really go Crisis Core Final Fantasy VII-Final Fantasy VII-Advent Children-Dirge of Cerberus. Whereas as we know the way the story's told is VII-Advent Children-Dirge of Cerberus-Crisis Core Final Fantasy VII.
The point is, there's this thing I like to call "Writing the plot as opposed to writing the story" basically what it means is...Actually it's easier just to show you an example, so here is how writing the plot looks:
And then Makoto said "I love you" and kissed Shiro on the lips, before both fell to the ground and made out.
See the scene above has no depth to it, there's nothing to really pull you in
BEETLEJUICE (Fan Fic) Chapter 1: The NeitherworldBEETLEJUICE (Fan Fic) Chapter 1: The Neitherworld3 years ago in Humor More Like This
There is a place between the realms of Heaven and Hell, where spirits with unfinished business roam freely. Some call it either Purgatory or the Netherworld, but what's known to the souls there is actually called the "Neitherworld." Why? We'll explain this a little later. Our story begins on a central part of the Neitherworld, in a city of dark and twisted buildings. Although the sun was rising, on this eerie landscape, it was still rather gloomy looking. As we draw deeper into the city, we see that its inhabitants are not only ghosts and ghouls, but there were also monsters of all shapes and all sizes. One for example is a burned out smoker sitting on a bus stop bench, next to an overweight spook with a chicken bone stuck in his throat.
"Want a cigarette?," the smoker offered a spare from his box. "Oh, no thank you," replied the fat one in a rather choky voice. "Trying to
Beetlejuice Chapter 2: JunoBeetlejuice Chapter 2: Juno2 years ago in Humor More Like This
As time went on, Beetlejuice decided to keep his head at a normal size. Of course, he hadn't left the room, so he stayed there for days, weeks, months, and possibly years. This bored him so much, that he fell asleep on the couch he was sitting on. Then a fly came buzzing in, and even in his sleep, the ghost caught it with his tongue like how a lizard or frog does it. This right, this ghoul really has a taste for bugs. Could be where he got the name "Beetle."
"NUMBER 9,998,383,750,000!" shouted the voice of a much older woman.
Beetlejuice sprung himself awake from the sound of it! In fact, it made him jump so high, he squished his head flat on the ceiling! He then landed on his bottom and inflated his face back to it's original state by puffing on his thumb.
The next minuet, the ghoul saw that the first receptionist had been replaced with another, who was a hideous blue octopus-like creature with big pink glasses, and red hair wrapped around in a beehive.
He look both ways and said,
RH: A Surprise PartyJacki was not having a good day at school. The Mask was absent for unknown reasons and they were supervised by a boring teacher who made her and the class write an essay on the theory of dance in Dancing with Style 101; she and her class had then been forced into doing a two-hour long pop quiz in Haunting, Possessions and Spiritual Channelling (long enough for Betelgeuse to stalk Emily, no doubt, Jacki thought) and she had had her lunch stolen by that no good Spike the Klown! Jacki sighed and kicked an imaginary stone.RH: A Surprise Party2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Some birthday this is.
She probably wouldn’t have cared so much if it were any other day; these petty problems she could usually just get over within minutes, and it would be something fun to complain about with friends. But on her birthday? That was not cool! But what really got her down was no one today had even so much had said a “Happy Birthday” to her, not even her closest friends...Discord hadn’t even seen her today. That made
Titled now as "Moondance""Do you have everything sweetie?" Mina's father asked. The little eleven year old girl silently nodded her head slowly. Her face was red from crying all morning. She hated everything about this day. She sulked her way into the back seat of the family car.Titled now as "Moondance"4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Come now, we agreed no sour faces." Her father said, placing the last of the bags in the trunk. "This is a whole new opportunity for us Mina. You'll understand that someday."
Mina slammed the car door shut and rested her head on her knees. She started to cry again.
The Count looked out the window overlooking the town. The drapes in his castle were closed tightly behind him to shield the rooms from the sunlight.
He touched the glass of the window as he watched the car pull out of the driveway to follow the moving vans.
---------- Twelve years later.
"Why not just go find her then?" Igor said plainly. "I'm getting sick of your constant moping."
'That's it! Why not just go find her? What would the harm in that be?' The Count
Gift: Jacki and CreeperHer footsteps were like bullet fire. One after the other as she raced down the street and at unholy speed. BANG BANG BANG as her Converse hit the wet pavement, her flat heels smacking the ground each time as her heart pounded inside her chest. Hammering away like someone had trapped a mechanical woodpecker in her ribcage. She slipped slightly in a nearby puddle as she turned the corner sharply, nearly skidding in the process.Gift: Jacki and Creeper3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
At this hour of the night, the chances of being saved were little to none.
The group of older men (possibly early twenties to early thirties) chasing after her was clearly some kind of gang. Black Mask was known to operate in that area and they were too under-dressed to be Joker's crew. They ran after the purple-haired girl in hot pursuit. Blood on their hands and one of them limping from where she had kicked him in her struggle, their breath was raw and ragged like the panting of ferocious wolves chasing after a rabbit.
The teenage street-rat yelpe
Masked RaiderMask RaiderMasked Raider1 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Lara Croft adjusted the straps of her backpack and sighed, wondering not for the first time what had possessed her to agree to travel out to the heart of the Amazon. Money was not an issue, as the daughter of Lord Richard Croft she had an aristocratic background, she was a Tomb Raider because of the thrill of discovery rather than profit of selling any discovered treasures. She was also having problems with several of her travelling companions; the muttered but clearly audible perverted comments providing constant irritation. Perverted though the comments might have been, they were not too far off the mark in some respects. Lara was a stunner and she knew it; A turquoise sleeveless top that showed off a well endowed chest, brown shorts accentuating a well rounded rear and long muscular legs, brown hair dropping down her back in a plait, Calf length hiking boots with white socks. Throw in the fact that her body itself was toned and muscular from her a
My Mask and Me 5: The Greener Side of LifeThe ceiling above Ashley’s bed was like a white canvas. She stared at it vacantly thinking thoughts for the sake of filling her head. The ceiling was perfectly empty except for small signs of wear and tear: Chippings from when she took down posters of her favorite childhood bands, an old cobweb hanging in the corner, and signs of a coat of paint hidden beneath the current bland white. Ashely had always wanted to paint her room. As a kid she wanted it pink, in middle school she wanted it to be an ocean blue, and throughout high school she had dreamed of it being a deep green, but now the sight of green would only make her sick. For now though, the walls and ceiling were a thoughtless white.My Mask and Me 5: The Greener Side of Life7 months ago in Romance More Like This
The flickering street light outside her window would beam an orange glow onto the ceiling when it decided to work. Ashley had carelessly tried to count the intervals between flickers, but it only proved how random and useless the light was. On sleepless nights like this, she would absent-minded
Super Robot Wackos 2: This Time It's PersonalThe Space Noah-Class Battleship known as the Hagane flew through the early morning skies peacefully and gently as it travelled across the serene sky-scape, truly it was a picturesque moment, an almost perfect morning.Super Robot Wackos 2: This Time It's Personal2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
For everyone other then one Lune Zoldark that is.
Lune groaned as she opened her eyes reluctantly and sat up in bed, she felt tired and sore and confused all at once. The confusion mostly came about because she wasn't sure where she was, well no more like she wasn't sure why she was currently in her old cabin aboard the Hagane, when last thing she remembered was getting a package from her father.
A small, sharp pain suddenly appeared in Lune's head, as brief flashes of some kind of storm raging about her apartment, eked out from her aching head.
Lune clutched her scalp and let out a small hiss indicating the pain she was feeling, though for some reason, her head felt....Different. Lune turned her head towards the mirror placed on the desk next to her bed, her head looked
Green-Day RoxanneRoxanne stumbled back into her apartment, a claustrophobic den for which she could create her magic. The floor was cluttered with discards of paper and various wires, strewn intertwining with each other, leading towards two sizable amplifiers. Roxanne struggled to keep balance, the copious amounts of alcohol were having a negative effect on her body, yet she could not care less. She fumbled around the room, needlessly clearing away her guitar and cables. Before leaving the apartment earlier, Roxanne had been practising, blasting her amps to max as she normally would turning her entire apartment block into some sort of large scale seismic chart, shaking the foundations and knocking furnishings from the wall. She had natural talent with a guitar, however, she felt it was raw and far from perfect, she longed to be the best there could ever be, her band constantly fell out with her because she failed to be consistent during performances, often dropping out because she'd insist she had doneGreen-Day Roxanne4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
RH: Do It Like a DudeOkay, not to brag or anything, but the weirdest and sexiest thing in the history of my life just happened.RH: Do It Like a Dude4 years ago in Humor More Like This
In case I haven't made it clear by this point, I go to Reaper High. Yes, that school that keeps showing up in the papers for all the wrong reasons. Arson here, vandalism there. A bit of murder on the side. And boy, do I love it. The classes are great, and I'm actually starting to make a few friends. Well, acquaintances, but still. Social life is definitely improving. Unfortunately for me though, some of my teacher aren't as nice as Queen Celestia for M.O.F. (that's 'Magic of Friendship'). I've still got perverts like Mister Juice and total assholes like Dr Crane. And then there's Joker.
Okay, for some reason I find myself enjoying his abuse. Somehow. It's just how he does it that makes it seem acceptable. He's fun about it. Like this one time Zim was drawing in class and making snappy comebacks to himself about Joker's lecture, the c
Beetlejuice- HemorrhageHemorrhageBeetlejuice- Hemorrhage10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I'm kneeling on the floor, weeping over her body. Blood, blood everywhere and shards of broken glass. Who did this? I can't remember. Was it me? All around the room there is blood. The mirror is broken.
Memories are just where you laid them
drag the waters til the depths give up their dead
She was so upset. Screaming, screaming and crying. And screaming. Something about her step-mother. I tried to comfort her. Tried to stop her. I told her; oh I told her it wasn't the answer! She wouldn't listen. I couldn't stop her. I could never say no to her. And now, and now…
what did you expect to find
was there something you left behind
The room is so different now. So cold. Only moments ago it was full of heat and of life. Her life. She summoned me. She said she wanted…it. Said she wanted a way out. Wanted to leave her world forever. She wanted me to do it. Oh how could she ask me to do it? Ask me to snuff out the fragile light of her life. T
Bobobo-bo Bobo-bo vs The Mask The FightBobobo-bo Bobo-bo vs The Mask The Fight5 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Breloom: Alright we've analyzed our combatants to their cores and looked at it from every angle
Mewtwo: and considered every possibility.
Doom: Now entertain DOOM with a DEATH BATTLE!!!!
Warning the following fight is canon
The Mask walked out of the warehouse with his usual deranged smile on his face. While boring and predictable he still got enjoyment from completely slaughtering those thugs. Wait they were thugs right? Bah who cares their dead now let the morgue's problem now.
"Hmmm where to go where to go?" He formed a telescope out of his eye as he said this. He was scanning the city looking for someone anyone to have some more fun with. As long as they had a better sense of humor then the last guy...what was his name Pizzaface?
He got his answer when he heard what sounded like something was falling in a cartoonish way. In a exaggerated
RH: Chaotic First DayWow... Reaper High...RH: Chaotic First Day4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I've only dreamed of going to this school.
This school is BEYOND awesome! The uniforms are so badass looking! The girls' uniforms are bright green and the boys' uniforms are purple. Two of my fave colors. (I special-ordered a boy's uniform despite the fact that I'm a girl.) And not to mention the fact that 3/4 of the students and staff are either superheroes or supervillains, completely bonkers, or beings who can bend the very laws of reality and physics themselves!
As much as I loved my old school and the friends I made there, whom have become like family to me, I think I'll fit in here better. Not just because I'm probably as crazy as the people in this place, but because people won't look down on me or treat me different because I have Asperger's Syndrome (a mild type of autism) and ADHD. Yeah, you heard right. I'm just an overly-hyper ball of slight social awkwardness and a short attention span. (When I was younger, I had a hard time making friends beca
Casper: The Lazarus Chapter 4Casper: The Lazarus: Chapter 4Casper: The Lazarus Chapter 47 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Spooking Hour</i>
AUTHORS NOTES PLEASE READ:
Okay, I guess I'd forgotten how many of these were placed. So It turns out that it's more than the first 3 Chapters. It's going to be kinda shotty through this chapter and 1/2 of the next. THEN it's done. *bows* I'm VERY sorry.. ; So keep in mind.. this chapter was also written 3 years ago...
Before they could say another word Melle had went into a light run and leapt at the Fat ghost. "YOUR ARE SO ACK!" Melle winces a little as she feels her shirt collar grabbed.
"...DEAD? Thanks fa noticin'!" Stretch grinned and laughed with his brothers, holding Melle up in front of them. Melle grunts and makes an embarrassed face knowing he had her there.
"Lemme go, ya stupid spook!" Melle struggled around now.
"Nyaw, c'mon dontcha wanna hang around?" Flying over to a coat rack that was on the wall, Stretch hangs her onto it.
"With you dead beats! BAH! I'd rather kiss a don
Mending Seams: Rise of the Guardians fanfiction"Fix it."Mending Seams: Rise of the Guardians fanfiction3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Bunnymund blinked, belatedly closing his tunnel entrance behind him, and looked down at the pink stuffed rabbit being shoved at him by tiny blonde girl before him. Sophie raised her toy higher, shaking it a bit to demonstrate its need.
"Fix it," she repeated. The Easter Bunny gradually bent down to inspect the well-loved creature, taking in its dirty, faded fur and mismatched button eyes. He then noticed the stuffing poking out of its back.
"Oh," he said, and carefully pulled the toy from Sophie's hands. Its ears flopped in opposite directions, and he became conscious of the child's pleading look. "Well… I'm sorry, Soph," he began, rubbing the back of his head with a paw. "But I'm no good with a needle and thread..." Alarmed, he saw that Sophie's eyes had begun to water. "But, but hey, can't your mum fix this?"
"No!" she cried, grumpily folding her arms over her chest and kept her tears at bay. "Mommy took Jamie to the d-dentist. An' I want you to fix it!"
Dead Weight :chapter one:A bitter gust of wind swirled the dead leaves from the ground, seducing them into an intricate, twirling dance. The sinking sun bid the coastline of Maine a lovely night, wistfully drawing away behind the horizon. On the streets of the small town of Friendship, stores were closing and lights were illuminating last-minute stragglers from bars and workplaces as they scurried on to their next destination. On the hill, several miles away from the little suburb, a majestic house stood proudly, watching over its neighbors carefully. A man sat on its porch, rocking his chair back and forth absently. His hair was brown with streaks of silver in it, his chin sported a scruffy five o'clock shadow, and his tired eyes watched the fading sun behind wire-rimmed glasses. He held a letter in his hands, which he was rereading yet again. As he finished it and set it in his lap, a young woman with long chestnut hair walked up the long driveway, guiding a bike beside her. He smiled warmly at her and stoodDead Weight :chapter one:5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Dead Weight :chapter twelve:Dead WeightDead Weight :chapter twelve:4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Familiarity Breeds... Something
"Hey fleshie, wake up." Gretchen rolled over in her bed, oblivious to Stretch's attempts to wake her. He shook her shoulder, but she only groaned and rolled in the opposite direction. Losing patience, he stripped her blanket off of her prone form and morphed his hand into a giant feather, tickling her feet. She squealed and jerked her feet away, sitting up a bit. "About time, you sleep like da dead," he said, putting his hands on his hips and frowning. She yawned and rubbed her eyes, squinting at her alarm clock.
"Stretch." she sighed, exasperatedly. "Stretch, it's five-thirty. What do you need from me?" He sat on the end of the bed, suddenly uncertain, which struck her as alarming. "What's wrong?"
"I don't remember Rowena," he said, finally. "She was my gal, and I don't even know what she looked like. Why?"
"You can remember her." He looked up at her, puzzled. "That first day in the greenhouse, remember? You saw her
Casper: The Lazarus -Chp1Casper: The Lazarus: Chapter 1Casper: The Lazarus -Chp17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
(AUTHORS NOTES PLEASE READ: This chapter is 3 YEARS old. This is THEE FIRST Story I've ever written. First... Chapter I HAD written -EVER-. It's NOT going to be the best, but, it is required to be read so that you can understand the later chapters which.. are decidedly better. ; ..... okay.. Thank you for understanding... if THIS one is a little corny at first)
Birds Chirp, The sun was shining, It was a beautiful spring day. It's the daily events in Whipstaff manor. Kat crept from her room with her backpack, eying around the hall way. The Ghostly Trio had to be lurking around somewhere. With her eyes narrowed, Kat took off running down the hall. Laughter could be heard as the rug underneath Kat's feet seemed to yank back. Almost falling from it Kat stumbled a little with a few grunts and growls. Quickly she headed down the stairs, only to have Fatso pop out in front of her throwing a piece of pie. With a quick duck sh
Dead Weight :chapter eleven:Dead WeightDead Weight :chapter eleven:5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
All in the Family
Whipstaff manor was always a grand and unusual sight, but Gretchen couldn't help but fall in love with it all over again as it was covered in snow. As much as she hated the cold, it was worth braving just to see how beautiful the house was in the early morning of November, the snow falling around it. She wore several thick layers to combat the temperature, and the Trio had wasted no time in teasing her about looking like a chubby penguin. Determined not to waste the day with sitting indoors, she started walking around the other side of the house, not really going in a particular direction. Her footsteps made satisfying crunch noises in the snow, and somewhere in the trees she heard a bird's song. She marveled at how gorgeous it was, barely paying attention to where she was going, so it was to nobody's surprise but her own when she tripped over something very hard and fell to her knees, spared any pain by the two pairs of pants she wore.
Baby Bonnie Hood UMVC3 MovesetBaby Bonnie Hood UMVC3 Moveset4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Baby Bonnie (B.B.) Hood
Ultimate Marvel vs. Capcom 3 Moveset
Game Series: Darkstalkers
First Appearance: Darkstalkers 3/Vampire Savior (1997)
Health: 900,000 HP Points
Energy Projection: 1
Fighting Ability: 5
Assist Alpha: Smile & Missile (Shot, Front)
Assist HC: Cool Hunting
Assist Beta: Cheer & Fire (Shot, Tilt up)
Assist HC: Cool Hunting
Assist Gamma: Stumble & Blade (Direct, Tilt down)
Assist HC: Cool Hunting
B.B. Hood will skip onto the screen followed by her little dog. A few butterflies will fly around B.B. Hood as well. She'll then get into her fighting stance as she gets ready to fight.
#1: I'll be sure to get a nice amount of pay for bringing in your head
#2: The name's B.B. Hood and my knife's the last thing you're going to see in this world
#3: I'm only here for the pay what happens to you doesn't matter to me